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- Editor: Michael Gray (submitted 2016-12-09). Score information: Letter (landscape), 10 pages, 315 kB Copyright: CC BY NC ND
- Edition notes: Part of an on-going collection, "Book of Sonnets."
General Information
Title: What's in the brain?
Composer: Michael Gray
Lyricist: William Shakespeare
Number of voices: 6vv Voicing: SSAATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 2016
Description: Part of an on-going collection, "Book of Sonnets."
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Original text and translations
English text
What's in the brain that ink may character,
Which hath not figur'd to thee my true spirit?
What's new to speak, what new to register,
That may express my love or thy dear merit?
Nothing sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,
I must, each day say o'er the very same;
Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,
Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case
Weighs not the dust and injury of age,
Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place,
But makes antiquity for aye his page,
Finding the first conceit of love there bred
Where time and outward form would show it dead.
William Shakespeare (Sonnet CVIII)